The Neice

Brooke Cowell lived in the shadows of her little sister

She was better than her at almost everything

But when her uncle Simon Cowell tells Brooke and her sister Michelle that they are moving in with him after unfortunate events

Brook meets five people that will change her life forever
One Direction

And there is just one rule Uncle Simon had told them

"She is off limits"

But all rules are meant to be broken


8. Hurt


 My eyes fluttered open and I didn’t feel Harry’s arms around me. I felt disappointment when I saw that Harry was nowhere to be seen. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and let out a heavy sigh as last night’s actions replayed over and over in my head. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of me and Harry’s kiss last night. The way he held me, it made me feel so safe. I have only felt that way with Kyle and that was bothering me. I wanted to trust Harry but every time I trust somebody it feels like they always end up hurting me.



  I knew I was going to have to confront Dylan today and it was the last thing I wanted to do.



  “I need your help.” Harry said walking into my room.



  “With?” I asked then turned my head towards him realizing he was still just in his boxer.



  “Simon. He has been calling my phone nonstop. You think he is mad?” He asked nervously and picked up his jeans on the floor before slipping them on.



“No he is perfectly ok with you getting arrested.” I said sarcastically and he glared at me and sat on the edge of the bed.



  “I need you to call him and try to make him a little less mad at me.” He said and I sighed. I couldn’t say no considering Harry was arrested defending me.



  “Hand me my phone?” I asked and he handed me my pink cased iPhone. I dialed Simons number and tapped my foot on the floor anxiously.



  “Brooke where is Harry?” Simon asked sternly as soon as he answered the phone.



  “I uh I don’t know. But you shouldn’t be mad at him!” I blurted out and Harry brought his hand to his forehead.



  “I am so screwed.” He mumbled shaking his head back and forth and I slapped him in the chest.



  “Will you shut up!” I hissed at him and he mouthed an “ow” to me.



  “Brooke who are you talking to?” Simon asked and I thought for a second.



  “Uh Michelle she is uh annoying me.” I lied and Harry facepalmed himself again.



  “Give Harry the phone. Now.” Simon said sternly.



  “Ok” I said handing the phone to Harry giving him a week smile.



  “You suck at lying by the way.” He whispered covering the phone with his large hand.



  “I was under pressure!” I defended myself but in the back of my mind I knew for a fact I couldn’t lie for shit.



  “Simon ok!” Harry yelled in frustration. It has been an hour already and they were still on the phone. I was laying down on Harry’s lap as he played with my hair and I felt his muscles tense when he yelled at Simon. I put my hand on his signaling for him to calm down and he did just that.



  “Simon it won’t happen again.”



  “Well the press can suck my…”



  “Harry!” I hissed cutting him off and smacking his leg.



  “Just tell him you will clear it up in an interview.” I whispered to him and he sighed.



  “I will clear everything up in our next interview. I will say I was walking through an alley and the police mistaken me for someone else.”



  “How did you get arrested?” I hear Simon ask and my whole body tensed up. Harry started to rub up and down my thigh trying to calm me down. It was like he knew what to do and when I needed him.



  “I uh I just got into a fight with some prick.”






  I gulped as I knocked on Dylan’s semi familiar door. I had only been to his place a few times and I was glad this was the last. The door swung open to see Dylan who looked like a complete mess and I could smell the alcohol on him from a mile away.



  “Well look who it is.” He slurred leaning up against the door.



  “What do you want?” He spat at me before I could start and speak.



  “To see why the hell you think it is ok to just cheat on me and then go punch Harry!” I half yelled not wanting to draw attention to the neighbors. Before I knew it Dylan grabbed my wrist and furiously yanked me inside his flat slamming the door behind him.



  “I know what you did with him!” He screamed in my face and shoved me against a wall. I felt the pain up and down my spine and the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.



  “I didn’t do anything!” I yelled back and tried to push him off me.



  “Let me go!” I pleaded pounding on his chest. I felt the back of his hand collide with my cheek and the tears started to fall out of my eyes.



  “Tell me what you did!” He screamed and I slapped him across the face just like he did to me.



  “I didn’t do anything! I- I swear!” I yelled the tears falling freely down my now red cheek.



  “Y-you cheated on me!” I yelled again and it got him even angrier. He threw me down on to the floor and kicked me in the stomach and I screamed out in pain.



  “Shut up!” He yelled and it just made me cry harder. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.



  “Dylan please. Stop. Y-you’re d-drunk.” I pleaded weakly standing up and slowly backing up into the door.



  “Don’t tell me what to do!” He roared at me before his lips attacked mine. He forcefully kissed me grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the door. My lips stayed frozen still has his roughly moved on mine making more tears spill from my eyes. He took one hand off my wrist and moved it up my shirt and bra as he cupped my breast. Anger started to boil up inside me as I felt helpless. I couldn’t just let him do it.



  “Get off of me!” I screamed kneeing him in the crotch as hard as I could. He dropped to the floor and I darted out of his apartment. I just kept running. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I turned a corner and saw it was a dead end. I gasped for air and sat down on the cold concrete. I rolled up my sleeves and saw that my wrists had bruises on it from where he had pinned me. I let more tears fall as the pain in my back and stomach kept increasing.



  I made my way home and walked quietly in the back door and straight up to my room. I immediately went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I took off my shirt and sighed when I saw the bruise Dylan had left just above my hip bone. I was too scared to even look at my back so instead I just went into the shower.



  I just stood there for a little while letting the hot water ease the pain throughout my body. Tears kept welling up in my eyes but I would blink them away. I didn’t want to cry. Crying would just make me weaker then I already was.



  Once I was dressed I put on a jumper to hide the bruises on my wrists and I heard the door open behind me.


“Thanks for at least trying to lie for me.” Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist making me wince in pain when his chest pressed against my back.



  “Brooke what’s wrong?” Harry asked and I shook my head.



  “Nothing you just surprised me.” I said and went to walk away but he grabbed my wrist making me wince again. He didn’t say anything this time instead he just rolled up my sleeve and saw the bruises.



  “Did he do this?” Harry asked walking closer to me and I nodded. I saw him tense up and his jaw clench. He started to walk out of the door but I stopped him.



  “Harry don’t. It’s not worth it. Please.” I begged putting my hand on his shoulder.



  “Why did you go see him?” He turned around and asked me. I couldn’t help but notice the dark shade of green his eyes had turned.



  “To confront him.” I whispered.



“B-but he was drunk. And he was convinced t-that…” I continued but stopped as my mind began to replay what had happened earlier. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Harry pulled me close to him. I started to cry harder into his chest and he carefully placed his hand on my back. This time it didn’t hurt. Instead it made my skin crawl. I looked up at him and our eyes met. He cupped my face with his large hands and used his thumb to wipe away the tears.



  “Brooke let me.” He whispered and I nodded. Not even a second later I felt his warm lips on mine and I felt butterflies in my stomach.



It was then when I knew Harry was different. He wasn’t Dylan or Kyle. He was Harry. A boy I had completely fallen for. A boy that would stop at nothing to make me have trust in him. And it was working.






  I groaned loudly to the horrid beeping noise that was heard throughout my room. I went to go turn it off but a pair of arms wrapped around my waist was stopping me. I sighed and looked at the clock.






“Turn it off.” Harry mumbled into my back.



  “Well I would if someone wasn’t preventing me from doing so.” I reminded him and he released his grip on me. I quickly turned off the alarm and got up from the bed.



  “Where are you going?” Harry asked groggily rubbing his eyes.






  “Can I join?” He asked with a smirk and I shook my head.









  “No.” I said firmly and he didn’t responded so I just took an outfit from my dresser. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and he started to kiss my neck.



  “Please.” He said in between kisses.



 “N-no.” I stammered and bit my lip to stop a moan. He began to kiss up my neck and to below my ear and he started to nibble on my ear lobe. I couldn’t help but moan at the pleasure and I felt him smirk.



  “What about now?”



  “No” I managed to get out and walked into the bathroom.



  “Not fair!” He called out and I laughed before stepping into the shower.



  When I got out I put on a jumper that covered up my bruises on my wrists and a pair of black skinny jeans. I was starting my first day of college and dreading it. I never liked school and I didn’t feel like having to go back.



  I realized it was already 6:30 by the time I got out of the shower and hurried to put on my shoes.



  “How are you going to make it through college in heels?” Harry asked watching me hurry around my room to get ready.



 “It’s a girl thing. We are more coordinate then boys. Now hand me the blow dryer.” I told him and he handed me my pink blow dryer.



 “Boys are very coordinate.” He yelled over the blow dryer and I rolled my eyes.



  “Yeah ok. You try walking in heels for six hours straight then come back to me and say you are coordinate.”



  “I will.” He said and I turned off the blow dryer.



  “Excuse me?”



  “I will walk in heels for a whole day.” He said proudly and I started to laugh.



  “Ok Styles. When I get home today you have to wear a pair of my heels until midnight.” I said and he shrugged.



  “Ok.” He said then walked out of my room and I went back to doing my hair.



  “Remind me again why you needed to drive me?” I asked Harry who was leaning against his car in the college parking lot.



  “Because I can drive and you don’t have a car.” He reminded me.



“Yes but if anyone sees you, you are screwed.”



  “I will take the chance.” He said and placed a light kiss on my lips.



  “Have fun at school.” He whispered in my ear.



 “Have fun learning to walk in heels.” I whispered back then walked away.



  When I walked inside people where staring at me. And I knew exactly why. The magazine with me and Harry on the cover. Some people where looking at me with disgust and others in pure amazement.



  “Brooke!” I heard a familiar accent call out and I turned around to see Stephanie. She was my best friend before I moved to Ireland.



  “Steph!” I called out walking towards her.



  “What are you doing back?! Last time I saw you, you were on your way to Ireland!” She exclaimed.



  “I came back. I’m living with my uncle.” I said walking through the cluttered halls. It was nice to see Stephanie again considering I had been living with five boys and Michelle for almost a month.



  “You mean Simon Cowell. God I don’t think I will ever get over that!” She said and I laughed.



  “It really isn’t that big of a deal. And why are you even here? I thought you were moving to the states when you turned eighteen?” I asked and she sighed.



  “My mother had other plans.” She said and I laughed.



  “I have to go to English I will see you later!” She chirped then walked away.





  It was my last class of the day and I had to say it wasn’t as bad as I expected. Stephanie had two or three classes with me but a lot of people where still looking at me with jealousy in their eyes. When I walked into class I saw Stephanie sitting down already and I sat down next to her.



  “I hate Maths.” She complained and I laughed. I was about to say something but my phone started ringing.



  “You do realize I am in class right Harry?” I asked answering the phone.



  “How the hell do you walk in these! My feet are killing me!” He exclaimed and I smirked.



  “I told you to wait until I got home and is someone admitting that girls are more coordinated?” I asked and I heard him scoff.



  “No way in hell am I doing that.”



  “Ok Styles you have fun.” I said then hung up. When I put my phone back in my bag I realized people looking at me.



 “Where you just on the phone with Harry Styles?”Steph asked and I nodded.



  “Uh yeah.” I said scratching the back of my neck. Just then a blonde walked up to us.



  “Of course she is Stephanie haven’t you seen the magazines? She is Harry Styles new “love interest” well at least according to the press. He will probably just kick her to the curb in a few days.” She spat looking directly at me.



  “Brittany go away.” Stephanie responded to her. So the bitch has a name.



  “Fine but remember what I told you new girl.” She said then walked back to where she was sitting.



  “Bitch” I muttered under my breath and Stephanie nodded.



 “Oh yeah.” She responded but was cut short by the teacher who had entered the class room. During the whole lesson I couldn’t stop thinking about what Brittany had said. Was Harry going to leave me? I quickly shook the thought from my mind. I trust Harry.



  When I was walking out of the building I noticed the curly mop of hair standing by his car and I walked over to it.



  “Feet still hurt?” I asked and he nodded.



  “Yes. Your feet are too small. It isn’t fair!” He whined and I laughed.



  “Doesn’t matter you still have to do it.” I said and turned around and saw Brittany and her “crew” looking directly at Harry and I.



  “What if I do something else?” Harry whispered in my ear and started to kiss below it. I couldn’t help but smirk when I knew that Brittany was watching all of this.



  “Maybe.” I whispered back letting my lips linger.



  “You’re killing me.” He said his lips about to touch mine.



  “Sorry.” I said then opened the passenger door and climbed in and Harry groaned.



  “Tease.” He said climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the car.



  “Oh calm down and drive.” I said and he sighed.



  “Fine but we aren’t going home.”



  “Where are we going?”



  “The cabin. No way in hell I am letting the lads see me in heels.” He said and I laughed.



  “Or you could just admit I am more coordinate then you.”



  “No.” He said turning on the radio and “Locked out of Heaven” by Bruno Mars started to play. I didn’t even realize I was singing until Harry said something.



  “Your voice is amazing. I still don’t know why you don’t want Simon to sign you.”



  “Because I can’t sing in front of people.”



  “You just sang in front of me.”



  “I didn’t realize I was singing.” I said and he shrugged his shoulders.



  “Well sing for me now.” He said and I shook my head.



  “No.” I answered and nervously looked down at my hand.



  “Why?” He asked and I sighed.



  “Because I can’t!” I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air.



  “But you can. It isn’t hard.” He said in a calming tone.



  “That’s what you think! I mean you can just jump on stage and start singing in front of thousands or sometimes millions of people! I can’t.” I spoke my voice slowly lowering.



  “You can try.” Harry said then pulled up to the cabin.



  “I thought we needed to walk.” I said and he shook his head.



  “No. There is a road up to it. I just wanted to see if you would take off your clothes.” He smirked getting out of the car. I glared at him and slammed the passenger door making him jump. I shot him a smile and walked up the stairs and into the cabin. It was exactly the same as we left it before. I sat on the couch and took off my shoes.



  “Here you go.” I said handing Harry the shoes and he groaned.



  “Do I have to?”



  “Yep. Now put them on.” I said and he sighed and sat on the floor taking off his converse and replacing them with the heels. I held out my hand and helped him off the floor. He tried to regain his balance but kept hold of my hand tightly.



  “This is fucking ridiculous.” He mumbled trying to walk. He took about five steps before stumbling. He still had my hand in his and ended up pulling me down on top of him.



  “Hi” He whispered his lips brushing mine.







Sorry for ending like that! I just really wanted to update but I was too tired to write more.
















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